His words seem to have affected Ken negatively, which wasn't his intent. He quietly takes a seat beside him, basking in the warmth of the glow, and he turns towards him with a smile.

"You need not apologize," he assured him. "Your enjoyment of these stories is no different from the youths of my world. Nay, even adults the realm over cannot contain their excitement when they hear of the Warrior's deeds." He places a gentle hand upon his chest, remembering his own carelessness in excessively praising that which is such a difficult endeavor to accomplish.

"We are honoring those who give their very lives for the sake of our peace," he continues, "through our sharing of their tales. I have many and more with which I might regale you, and you are welcome to celebrate in their triumphs with us and lament in their defeats. I simply wanted to make clear that these stories are less of glory and more born out of necessity. We needn't seek calamity in times of true peace, but we may fill our hearts with adventure all the same."